Some may think me a betrayer of my people for speaking thus,
But I care not what others think
I heed the “still, small voice” of the dream
And the voice instructs:
"It's the polylution that's what it is"
Some may think me a betrayer of my people
But I have ears only for the word:
"This is the 9th generation,
The generation of the last,
The generation that comes just before the 10th,
Just before the beginning of a whole/new world..."
In my dreams God poses a riddle
(The Word is often shrouded thus):
"There is a point where all the rivers are the same.”
And I think to myself:
Find that point
And make it the corner
And build upon it.
In my dreams God calls out a question:
"So many people
Herds and herds of people
But where is the human race?"
In my dreams God issues a challenge:
"All gods are one god
All loves are one love
But when will you begin to walk among the tragic?"
In my dreams God whispers me a whisper
Sighs me a sigh
Shouts me a shout
And the shout is
"People don't tell me what religion I am!"
In my dreams God entrusts me with a secret:
"In heaven they are all combined."
In my dreams God paints me a picture
A picture of a circle in which everyone belongs
As it is written
“And I will gather the remnant of my flock out of all countries whither I have driven them…”
In my dreams God quotes me a saying:
“You don’t have to leave your house to join the House of We.”